"Yes." It's nearly silent but for the hiss of their closing teeth, the s slipping out beneath the shadow of lowered gaze and the fringe of bangs and the shivering stillness of shoulders on their miserable, sloped, downward axis.

"You never live." They know - know that in the very worst one, too, he doesn't make it. Who would? They haven't seen it. Just the dialogue, peppered with percentage signs and sputters of code they don't understand. But the ending there is...inevitable. Isn't it? "Not except in the very best one. There's no ending where you make it out unless everyone does."